As you can tell, my too-cool twelve year old is not always thrilled with my photographic enthusiasm:
Isn't it in the Mommy Manual to torture your kids in public? Yes? I thought so. Photo shoots rank right up there with using phrases liked "that's jacked up" or belting out Demi Lovato tunes in front of their friends. Not that I've done that or anything.
Hey at least I didn't make him wear the paper hat this time. I am a fount of compassion, I am.